8 20 25 continued

I can finally rest satisfied with some coherence on top. Everyone I know is so terrible and I am no better. If you judge it from how it looks and that is what pains me so much. One thing at the head of my misery all this stuff I create and no outlet not one fan or show or anything

8 17 25

F*** not mentioning it it in words written or spoken if not then how can I know if I'm doing it not in a new way but f*** all this s*** f*** it all planet Earth yeah right pass not next Miss me with that

Did I used to tell them to stop it when they used to tell me who I was? I think maybe I did but not with as much fear and loathing as I have now

I am utterly miserable now any attempt to call anything else at the game so is balancing him or anyone else is me

I'm tired and I don't do what I should until it's too late. So now what? Facts nothing keep doing it and hope for the best

I want to drive away to Colorado or at least Lyon national Park but I know halfway there I will regret it and want to die and that's no fun

I rather stay home and want to die here. Unless being home is what is causing that want to die feeling.

But I'll likely not find out because I'm too tired and wanting to die makes it hard to do anything that people do when they are truly alive

Date unknown 

I am the brick break me up 

I am the air she who invented breathing let it be known shown revealed known perfected copied 

of course I forgive your sins I eat them with whipped cream Yes they are sweet Yes you are too 

Yes we are together cream 

b**** get on that plan the world is yours